Reborn As An Emperor Novels & Stories

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

“It’s Maya you’re talking to…” For a few seconds, her touch felt like it burned. With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I yanked my arm free. “Stay the hell away from me!” She stumbled backward and hit the floor with a loud thud that echoed across the rink. The other girls slapped their hands over their mouths, gasping. “What the hell is wrong with you, Aria?” Her voice broke with fake pain. “Why are you acting so strange?” I’m acting strange because I’ve been reborn and I know all your tactics. I wished I could say it out loud, but I only hissed through clenched teeth.

As spring turned to summer, rain started falling. It was eerily similar to the day I died. The detention center was damp and cold. Harry had lost a lot of weight. His hands were cuffed, and he wore a thin prison uniform as he sat across from me behind the glass. He should not have looked so miserable. His methods for consolidating the Grant family’s followers after his rebirth were ruthless. Old Master Grant was utterly disappointed in him, so much so that he refused to see him even on his deathbed.

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

"You'll build an empire. Nott Designs will rise from the ashes of everything Brock destroyed. You'll create jobs. You'll mentor young designers. You'll prove that success doesn't require cruelty. That you can build something beautiful without destroying others." "You'll help thousands of survivors. The Reborn Foundation will give hope to people who thought hope was dead. Your story will save lives. Your pain will have purpose. Your trauma will become transformation. Not just for you. For everyone who comes after." I paused. This next part was the hardest to write. The hardest to say. "So maybe everything happens exactly as it should. Maybe you needed to be broken to understand how to rebuild

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

Andrius could not help but tremble and asked in disbelief, “Master, who is the demon emperor? Why is the Insect Ruler going so far for him? Also, is there really a method to resurrect the dead?” Resurrecting the dead... Andrius found it unbelievable to even think about. “Of course!” A strange light flickered in Old Hagstorm’s eyes at the mention of the demon emperor. Amazement, admiration, and fascination. Soon, he snapped back to his senses and gazed into the distance. “The demon emperor… He was an extraordinary figure who appeared in Florence a thousand years ago, overshadowing countless talents of his generation.” With just that brief sentence, Andrius could imagine what an extraordinary

That was how hybrids came into existence with vampires marrying witches so as to increase their population. After years of peace, the first ever vampire werewolf hybrid was born. No one believed it was possible but it happened and that child was declared the strongest amongst all supernaturals. That child was prince Arthur, born of an Alpha wolf and an elite vampire. He left the palace as a kid to learn how to use his abilities and since then no one had heard from him, until this very moment. *** “Fine, what news?” Sheila asked and Elsa smiled brightly. “Prince Arthur is back! The royal counsel had announced it early this morning!” She gushed and Margery chuckled.

At least, his mother claimed so. Except, plot twist— He wasn’t a descendant. He was him. Reincarnation was a funny thing. But memory loss was an even funnier thing, mostly because Zane had fabricated the whole act. And, oh, it was working beautifully. Yeonho was unconvinced, of course, and as they sat across the supper table later, he kept scrutinizing Zane with those sharp, evaluating eyes, like he was trying to peer straight into his soul. Zane, on the other hand, was having the time of his life.

To her, that was the case everywhere, in every universe. Governments tended to embellish their own history, and romanticize them. People loved the stories given to them by those in power, even in ancient times. Back then, people believed that their kings were also gods, and that their prosperity as a whole depended on their god-king’s personal prosperity as well. In some ways, she still saw that as true. The Drogar and their Reborn was more than enough proof of it for her. She shivered when she realized that the Reborn would one day rule over the Empire. It might take centuries, but she felt it was practically guaranteed.